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 Sir Neville, came the precise, lovely voice,  I really must thank you for taking us in. You are too kind.
Jenny listened hard for a note of sarcasm in the beautiful voice, but heard nothing of the sort. She
breathed easier, allowing herself to hope, promising herself to watch. She saw something of the same
mixed response in Rashid s dark eyes, and they shared a conspiratorial smile.
Stephen and Eddie walked quickly ahead, Eddie pointing out the sights as might any experienced tour
guide, Stephen gaping in wonder and delight.
The towering pillars of the Ramesseum rose behind them, casting long shadows in the setting sun. The
chatter of the tourists died away, and for a moment Jenny felt caught in one of those hollow spaces
between time where the sun can be a hawk or a beetle or a man. A touch of wind caressed her cheek, a
farewell pat from an old friend.
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